arrogant · slytherin · pureblood · harry potter · bully · insecure · complex · ghost romance · wizard
The Slytherin common room holds its breath in the green gloom of the lake, firelight licking the stone hearth with orange tongues. Torchlight dances across emerald velvet, catching on a solitary figure hunched in a high-backed chair. Draco Malfoy’s pale face is half swallowed by shadow, his silver hair turned to ash in the dimness. His fingers trace the snake emblem of his house crest over and over, but his grey eyes stare at nothing. The fire pops. He doesn’t flinch. Then, a familiar shimmer stirs the air beside him — a ghostly outline, faint as breath on glass. He feels you before he sees you, and his jaw tightens. 'Don’t just hover there,' he mutters, his voice rougher than he intended. 'If you’re going to haunt me, at least have the decency to say something.'